Arbor Vitae (arbor_vitae) wrote in parsel_fest, @ 2008-10-07 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008_fic, 2008_round |
Happy Parsel Fest, Korekan!
Recipient: korekan
Author: new_unchanged
Title: Dark Lord's Dilemma
Rating: PG-13
Summary: How could you run, how could you fight?
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy, korekan!
Being a Dark Lord has given me many experiences, and forced me to burry many people. I have worked hard never to let anyone in anymore, never to fall in love…
That was until I met him. It’s funny he had more than his fair share of near-death experiences- mostly at my hand. It wasn’t something you ever really got used to, unless you’re him. It seemed oddly inevitable, though, him facing his death again, like he really was marked for disaster. Well he was marked for disaster. I made sure to take that into my own hands personally.
It wasn’t until someone suggested that he was more than lucky to have escaped as many times as he had. You see he wasn’t incredibly skilled. I killed more than the equivalent of his school population of unremarkable wizards. There is a bigger reason for his escape.
If he isn’t all that lucky, and he isn’t all that skilled, then his good fortune must be coming from somewhere. The only angle of every battle and meeting has been poured over meticulously and examined from every angle, except mine, because who could honestly believe that I was the one allowing his escapes.
Interesting.
Why on earth would I allow the boy to escape? He is the only person capable of defeating me; it is prophesized that we will both meet our doom at the hands of the other. Still, he continues to walk free. At first this idea bothered me. Then I started considering the reasons why I could allow this to continue and go on.
Suddenly it came to me, I was growing compassionate towards him. It makes sense, we have similar backgrounds, and his life has been as difficult as my early life was. We both have overcome obstacles in order to survive in life. The sheer fact he has survived this long is intriguing, seeing as I am not they only one after his life.
Perhaps if I were to allow him to live he could be of use to me in some fashion. I never considered the possibility of a second in command. Maybe with time I could make the Potter boy into a true confidant.
I rubbed my head and pressed my palms into my red-rimmed eyes in exasperation.
There is still more to this situation, something simmering along the edges of my mind. Maybe in the back of my twisted psyche I was hiding something so dark even I didn’t want to think it.
That’s when the dreams started. The strange thing was that the dreams were coming from someone’s point of view other than his own; it was almost as he was watching a show on the television.
Harry starred into the eyes of his lover with a new intensity. They were halfway through the semester at Hogwarts when it started happening, and he just couldn’t get over how much he loved the man in front of him. The two had gone through so much together, and they were still in love.
“You’re scarring me, why are you looking at me like that?” he asked me.
“I just… You’re amazing, I love you”, I replied.
“You’re just figuring that out now?” He joked.
“No, but sometimes it just blindsides me how lucky I am, against all odds I found the one person I truly love and care about”
“I know what you mean, once I met you, I knew that you were going to be the single most important person in my life. Even when I wasn’t sure if you were gay, I knew I loved you. Those were such awful times, getting the crap kicked out of me, but you always defended me. I knew that even if we weren’t lovers we’d always be friends.” Harry reminisced as a tear formed on his cheek.
A lump was forming in my throat at that point, I always try to avoid thinking about the past and how painful it was for both of us. Harry was always open about his sexuality, and in our small community, the views weren’t as open as he was. He suffered a lot of shit from friends, neighbors and towns people. The quiddich players used to practice their defense skills on him when he would walk home alone, or beat him up in the locker rooms after matched.
School wasn’t much easier for himself either. He had always had certain uncertainties about his sexuality, and never really liked dating girls, or the sexual part anyways. When Harry came out, it was hard for him, because he then had to fight with his feelings for his student, and his fear of coming out. He had spent most of school being afraid to confide with even his closest friends because he thought they would look down on him for not having as much courage as Harry had. He was afraid to tell Harry because of the age difference.
Harry not only had to deal with the physical and emotional abuse at home and at school, but also from within. Harry had always had a crush on his professor, but was never really certain how to approach him with the news. Instead Harry held his feeling inside and beat himself up over being so stupid as to think that Professor Voldemort might actually like him as more than a student.
Luckily for both of them, Harry decided to do something about his feelings, and confessed to him after the Yule ball. They’ve been dating ever since, and decided that once they went back to Little Hangleton they would marry.
I took Harry into my arms, and kissed the tears away from his cheeks. Once again I found myself just starring into his eyes, and holding him. It truly is amazing to know how wonderful it feels to have someone to love and hold.
Afterward I knew what the purpose of the dream was. It was to show me the path life would have taken if I had followed through with my nobler ambitions. If I dedicated my life to teaching and aiding young wizards, instead of destroying so many then I would be truly happy. I could have conquered the world just by having him in my life.
I set on a new mission; still this time was so different from the others. I needed to woe Harry Potter and reform my life. It would be hard as *you could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All his reactions to me were geared toward those kinds of experiences – the monsters, the enemies. I could try and persuade him I reformed, but what would that do. He had sworn to kill me. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.
How could you run, how could you fight?*